wrong,” I state coldly.
“But right about you. Jealousy suits you, songbird,” he whispers in my ear.
Dick.
I practically jump out of the lift when it pings open and follow Caspian down the corridor to the left.
“Why do we need a room? Why don’t we just search the place for the wendigo?”
“They don’t really come out until night to hunt. And from my research, he hunts every night here.”
“He not she?”
“Wendigos are only born males,” he tells me. “They hatch from eggs that wendigos throw up out of their mouths when they are close to death.”
Another delightful image.
“I really don’t want to see that,” I reply. The thought is gross enough.
“You and me both. So we’re going to go to our room to take a nice little nap.” He flashes me a grin. “Well, I’m napping and you can be lookout, partner.”
I glare at him, only half serious. “We should have just come at night.”
He glances back at me, his hazel eyes playful. “The check-in closes at three p.m. here. Which you would know if you did your research.”
“You only just told me about this hunt!” I snap, getting frustrated.
“Not my problem,” he replies around a laugh.
This guy is unbelievable.
I glare at his back as I follow him through the corridors until we get to room sixty-six and he opens it with the key card. We head inside where there is a large double bed, a wardrobe, and en suite.
Caspian immediately sits on the bed and kicks his boots off before closing his eyes. “Turn the light off and be quiet.”
Muttering a list of expletives under my breath, I walk out onto the balcony, not without turning all the lights on as bright as I can. Once I’m outside in the cool air, I sit on the small chair and look over at the incredible view of Paris. It really is beautiful. Shame my partner ruins it with his light snores only seconds later.
“So, how are we going to do this?” I ask as our room door shuts behind us.
Caspian yawns and stretches his arms. “I’m going to check the hotel.”
“And me?”
“You’re not coming. You’re too noisy on your feet,” he says. “I might as well walk around with a speakerphone shouting for the wendigo.”
“I’m not sitting in the hotel room,” I growl.
“Careful, songbird. You don’t want to play a game of whose wolf has the better bite in front of humans,” he playfully warns me before sighing. “You can go down to the restaurant and look out for the wendigo while I search the hotel.”
He pulls out a phone from his pocket. He hands me the small, very old-fashioned phone. “In case you get lost or find the wendigo.”
“Thanks. I’m keeping this,” I tell him.
“Thief,” he mutters with a wink.
I walk in the opposite way from him, pausing when I hear him shout down the corridor to me. “If you find the wendigo, call me. Don’t engage with it.”
“Sure!” I shout back. If I find the wendigo, I’m definitely going to engage it with my daggers and prove I’m not useless.
I head down the stairs until I get to the floor the sign says the restaurant is on. The place is simple, with white tables and bright lights hanging around the square room, but the large windows have a pretty view of Paris at night which makes up for it. I step into the restaurant, a server shows me over to a table. A pink rose in a small glass jar sits in the middle, two little tealights at either side of it.
“Here is a menu, miss. Can I have your room number, name, and what would you like to drink?”
“Wine would be amazing,” I say, wondering if he is going to ask for my ID. “And my room number is sixty-six. It’s under my brother’s name, Caspian Hardling.”
“Perfect,” he says. “Any particular wine you would prefer?”
“You can choose. Make it expensive and charge it to my room,” I reply, picking up the menus as the server nods to me and leaves.
I pretend to read the items but in reality I search the entire room for the wendigo. Or just anything that looks abnormal. After a few seconds, I realise there is nothing odd at all. There are a few couples, four families with kids and one older couple sitting at the back by the windows. But I don’t see anyone who looks different or out of place or even on their own other than me. I keep searching around until